A path in the wood has been sighted. In the forest the synths pronounce with four notes the frequencies in which the message is ciphered. We hear them, growing in intensity until becoming uncontainable, point in which they start to be altered, subtly but determined –the four loyal notes, faithful melody speaking the forgotten tradition imprinted in lost civilizations. And so the message is repeated for the mind to seal the symbols. Such is their elemental strength that the beat that carries them is forced to accelerate, find harmony, then fade, then loose control, for enough has been said –this is (the statement seems redundant), the guide those that can’t find their way, a place beyond reach, which goes deep into the woods.